Category: ShortStory
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Memoir – My Wage-slave Career Part 1
My Career as a Wage-Slave (start) I started wage-slaving at the age of 10. My dad took me with him as his ‘go-for’ in his plumbing and heating business. He later branched out into remodeling and roofing too, which I also learned and worked at off and on in hard times throughout my working career.…
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Eastern Way
Eastern Way when I was a child30 seemed old to meso I didn’t expect tolive much beyond it never consideredold age and itsinfirmitiesfelt pretty invincibleless very bad luckor inane stupidity early on, eastern artsinspired meKungfu, Judo, Aikidoand Tai Chitheir philosophies madeperfect sense to me –LE – 7/20/24
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The Loop – The Tucson Side
The Loop – The Tucson Side two days after a recordmonsoon rainfallthe Santa Cruz was stillfairly full and rapidly flowingto the Gila, more than60 miles north of Tucson a blue-gray cloudy daywith Sol poking rays throughin intricate, ladder-like patternsbacked by verdant greensdried-grass tans and yellow-cappedBrittlebush side-glance gleams the breeze was brisk andrefreshing, while theatmosphere hung…
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Reprising ‘Road to Nowhere’
It’s interesting that no matter how things change and time progresses, things seem to remain essentially the same… Road to Nowhere rode the loop todayto El Camino Del Cerrothe road to nowhereI wonder where(here here wherewhere there there–Stooges) crossed over theSanta Cruz withits reclaimed watertrickling along itsedge river otherwisedesert dry ocotillo hedge bloomsred after rainno…
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Your Heart Is As Black As Night
Your Heart Is As Black As Nightby Melody Gardot Your eyes maybe wholeBut the story I’m told is your heart is as black as nightYour lips maybe sweet such that I can’t competeBut your heart is as black as night I don’t know why it came along at such a perfect timeBut if I let…
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Memoir Memory – Lunchtime Walk
Lunchtime Walk Intro: Phillips Medical – Summer, lunch time, walking the industrial parkway in 90+ degrees. The first cicadas of the season trill through occasional traffic lulls on the boulevard,Walking through Liatris, Cat Tails, andPeriwinkle-blue Chicory, andQueen Anne’s lace in the ditches. As I stroll past manicured, dead brown lawns, evidence of this year’s long…
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Flying High
Flying High a hawk spirals up over theusually dry Santa Cruzwith its receding flood watersflowing down to the norththe legacy of this weeksmonsoons fanning its wings andgliding out over the freshlymoistened hunting groundsalert to any prey tempted toventure out to relieve the parchof another scorching day the morning sun glints offthe flowing watertwisting and turning…
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A Tucson Loop Concerto
A Tucson Loop Concerto 1 Allegro heat wafting off the paved bike pathand the dry riverbed running parallelrolling north with a nice tailwind codres of spandex-clad cyclists fly bymore competitors than companionsthe curse of our social conditioning always in a big hurry; to what endanything or one in their pathan intolerable inconvenience must get around…
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Normal – Gettin’ By
Normal – Gettin’ By Just a normal morningPleasant breezes after a nightOf wind and thunderstormsMonsoon season in full swing Wage-slaves heading off to theirChain gangs, hamster-wheels, andThankless retail and corporate mazesEyes fixed on a hoped for normal weekend Just another normal morning, withNormal partisan vitriolNormal gun violenceNormal elite greed and ruthlessness Normal social deafness of…
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Love Universal
Love Universal compassion and empathyconsciousness, a waverippling through the multiverse while regenerating all aspects of beingknowledge, wisdom, and creative expressionin the eternal present … now openly experiencing it all … now –LE – 7/8/24
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